Page 104 of Rewrite the Rules

Joel stands between my legs as I run my hands across the chiseled marble of his torso. I feel all the strained tension across his chest and abs. And I want to relieve all of it.

I grab at his waistband intending to wiggle off the bed and onto my knees but he catches my hands and stops me.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“You said you wanted boyfriend sex tonight, right?”

“Um, yeah. But I could go survey about ten thousand boyfriends right now and they will all say they really love blowjobs.”

“Okay, baby, let’s not talk about you interviewing a bunch of other guys about head right now. It’s a mood killer.”

“If you insist.”

Joel runs both of his hands through my hair so tenderly it sends a new kind of shiver up my spine. “Let’s try something different tonight.”

My eyes widen in panic. “What do you mean bydifferent? Because if you’re still quotingToy With Me, I assure you I am not ready to act out the rest of that particular scene.”

Joel bursts out laughing and then covers his mouth. “Be serious.” He traces my cheek softly. “I’m trying to set the mood and make love to you.”

I suck in a breath at his words. All humor has vanished from Joel’s face as he pulls my tank top over my head and reaches around to unclasp my favorite, ol’ faithful bra.

“Do you want me to make love to you?” Something about Joel’s raspy voice and the way he’s looking in my eyes like he’s trying to see deeper makes me feel like it’s the first time all over again. The candlelight, the flowers…

The heavy tingle in my chest that swirls through my stomach drops lower. The butterflies that I thought were gone forever are having a family reunion.

“Can we put on some music?” I ask suddenly. “Hang on.” I fish my phone out of my pocket and open my Spotify playlists. My Bluetooth speaker comes to life and Usher starts singing sexy lullabies.

“Really? Usher?”

“It’s a whole thing.” I smile, feeling so full. Like I got everything I wanted and then more. “This is exactly how I imagined it. Except better, because it’s with you.”

“You’re so sweet, baby,” Joel coos against my ear. “I missed you.”

He slides off my sweatpants, trailing kisses on my exposed legs. I scoot up on the bed as he crawls on top of me, but I don’t feel his weight. We’re floating. A different type of passion overcoming us. It’s still needy and desperate. His lips trail all over my body. He grazes over my chest, leaving my nipples achy and angry in want. But he moves on and lands near my ear, his teeth lightly tugging on my lobe. My toes clench as I try to navigate this new kind of stimulation.

My skin is on fire. My underwear is still in place, but the way he’s touching me might send me over the edge. I writhe and buck under Joel as he lowers his bare chest against mine, the scant hair across his pecs tickle me before we’re skin against skin. His lips are on mine. His hands are in my hair. He doesn’t rush a single move tonight.

Intimacy is slow. It’s careful. It’s absolutely luscious.

He’s pushing a whole new set of buttons and if it’s possible, they are even more arousing. I whimper and moan but he doesn’t stop his salaciously languid assault simply touching my body, tasting my tongue.

My eyes roll back as my breathing shallows. My heart is pounding too hard. “Talk to me,” I pant. I can feel Joel’s smile against my neck as he gloats over the way he’s completely in control right now.

“In which language?”

“All of them,” I purr.

“Sais-tu à quel point tu m'as manqué?Chaque partie de toi.”

I can’t answer, I just try to keep breathing. I’ve never heard Joel speak in another language. I knew he could, I just didn’t know how sexy it would be.French. Oh dear god.

“Ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te. Resta con me.”

Italian.I have no clue what he’s saying, but it’s working in all the right ways. I don’t respond. I mewl and hum letting Joel know he has me entirely under his spell as he flips through dialects, whispering sweet nothings in my ear that I don’t understand but love the way they sound.

He reaches between my legs just to tease me, but I’m already close. The earthy and sweet smell of his cologne marks my bed. It’s his now.

I’m his now.

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